poem06

There Is A Tipping Point To Everything

Trapped in my prison of perfection
Armed with only blurred memories
Tightening grips but my strength slips
There is a tipping point to everything

I fear my reflection I must be a beast
With these ghastly thoughts locked
Within foul dreams I must encrypt
There is a tipping point to everything

Tomorrow I will persuade myself of my
Sanity once more running from my reality
Eyes closed obstinate yet obsolete
There is a tipping point to everything

Was listening to “You And I”, because it sounds … comforting.

This sounds like a rant, but whatever. I’m in an uncommunicative mood right now.

I feel like sleeping in tomorrow.